Every emotion—hate, fear, anger, pain—I’d been holding in for the last eight months flew out of my fingers and echoed through the auditorium.
Of all the things that could have opened me up, all the things that could have made me feel again, it had to be a girl I hadn’t even wanted to like. No matter how hard I tried to force them away, her words ran on repeat through my mind—her claim that I knew nothing about her.
What bothered me the most was that I knew she was right. I didn’t know anything.
I’d wanted to make myself believe I did; to believe that I knew everything. Trust that, if I continued to let myself imagine her as a vapid, shell of a girl, she couldn’t get any deeper under my skin than she already had.
I was determined to convince myself that the draw I’d started to feel toward her meant nothing.
great teaser :D
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